...have occupied my thoughts ever since I came across those words in ""Moncton Did You Know?" Northrop Frye's Early Years", an essay by Robert D. Denham in the Antigonish Review #138. Naturally such thinking led to a consideration of the destructive features. Then a face of features. Before I knew it silence was practically smiling.
This essay is the first I've read about Frye's life and it's the first I've heard about his introversion. I imagine most people who majored in English in Canada have or had a copy of Frye's The Educated Imagination on their bookshelves. I still have mine, a worn copy hideously marked up with highlighters. The yellow, pink and orange just won't fade. As I flipped through the book earlier this evening I, at first, found it hard to imagine Frye -- an influential literary critic who, according to the bio in the book, had lectured at over 100 universities -- noting any features of silence at all, much less the constructive ones. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.